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Galactica 2010 – The Fleet Reborn
4000 years ago, a planet named Kobol was home to the thirteen tribes of humanity. In that time, the thirteenth tribe took to the stars for reasons long forgotten by the history scrolls. Their travels brought them to the third planet orbiting an immense star. This planet was Earth.
2000 years later the remaining 12 tribes abandoned Kobol to form twelve separate and sovereign colonies that existed until the Cylons launched their surprise mission of the total annihilation of the human race. A lone surviving military warship gathered the remnants of humanity totaling less than 50,000 and escaped the star system now controlled by the Cylons who ruthlessly pursue them.
In the year 2010, the remnants of the colonies finally reunited with their long lost brothers and sisters of the thirteenth tribe and settled upon the planet Earth. Since that time, the forces of the Cylon Empire tracked them to the sanctuary planet and attacked. The fight ended with the destruction of the attacking Baseships, yet an inconclusive resolution to the conflict.
Chapter 1
FROM THE ADAMA JOURNALS:
We now are half way through the fifth year or our settlement of Earth. The former refuges of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol have assimilated better than I would have thought possible. It was of major concern to President Roslin and myself, that our people not live and interact amongst only their own kind upon final settlement, but become part of the greater brotherhood of humanity. For the most part, many of our people have scattered throughout the globe and have made tremendous efforts to fit in with their new world.
The one exception, and a slight one at that, would be the creation of 'Colonial City' not far from the Groom Lake facility. Roughly four thousand mixed colonials now reside there, with the aim to preserve some portion of our former culture and history. Surprisingly, growing numbers of the native population are moving there to learn more about their brothers and sisters from beyond. The rough and barren desert has slowly been transformed into a marvel of Earth and Colonial architecture.
Our space defense force can now boast a fleet of fourteen Battlestars with close to thirty support ships. With the decommissioning of many of Earth's former naval warships, seasoned military personnel were reassigned, or volunteered for space duty in the newly established Earth Defense Forces.
I have been deeply honored to hold the position of senior officer of Earth's space command, and I have found myself renewed in spirit and energy. I have not felt this young in ages, and thoughts of retirement have long faded to memory.
A major refit of Galactica nears completion, the exterior damage sustained in every attack since the holocaust has finally been completely repaired in appropriate dry-dock settings high above Earth's moon. Every internal system has been thoroughly upgraded, and the hanger bays teem with freshly minted vipers and raptors. The nearly half century old Colonial warhorse will now glide majestically through the cosmos with renewed strength and range.
Contact with the Cylons has been non-existent for close to three years, and our intelligence estimates have produced no conclusions as to their whereabouts. Our patrols have remained close, just beyond this solar system, and it has been decided that advanced probes delve further into the outer regions.
Since promoting Saul Tigh to command of the Battlestar Terra-1, Lee has proven an exemplary executive officer, and I predict it won't be long before he commands a Battlestar of his own. I doubt there has ever been a father more proud of his son than I am of Lee. I truly believe he has finally come into his own.
Earth Defense Forces headquarters.
Major Matthew Lensherr knocked on the office door and was immediately granted access by the man within who had monitored his arrival on the bank of security monitors.
The man of medium height and build stood up from behind his desk, walking with a limp, he came around the desk and took Lensherr's hand in a firm handshake. "Hephaestus, it has been far too long my friend." Exclaimed Mark Sarnex happily.
"Yes it has Nightstalker, I see that old wounds never fully heal, do they?" said Lensherr gesturing towards the knee of his friend.
A thin smile crept across the face of Mark Sarnex. "The Simon model was quite thorough in ending my stellar career as a viper jock."
"You had a stellar career?" After a moment of what seemed to be an uncomfortable feigned silence the two old friends laughed heartily and sat down in the two chairs in the room.
"So how do you like working for intelligence? Asked Lensherr sipping his coffee.
"It was like coming home, Matt. I became a viper pilot out of necessity after the attacks on the colonies, but my world was intelligence long before ever parking my ass in an obsolete Mk II viper."
"Well it's a good thing you no longer wear viper wings, judging from the size of your ass I doubt you'd fit in the Fraking cockpit now." laughed Lensherr.
"How is D'Anna and the children?"
"They're doing very well, thank you. James starts school soon, and Lana has her mother's features as well as her independent streak. The three age me daily." Lensherr placed the chipped ceramic mug down on Sarnex's desktop. "Mark, Galactica's refit is nearing completion and I will be assigned to her air wing as Silver Spar's leader for a tour. The flight academy has some amazing instructors, and I have little doubt I'm leaving it in more than capable hands. I need to get back up there."
"How did Mrs. Cylon take the news?" joked Mark.
"She knew that it was only a matter of time, and it will only be for one tour of duty besides. I couldn't remain Earth-bound forever."
"I can't say I wish I was leaving with you, if I never leave solid ground again I won't complain. Earth is beautiful, and our people prosper here."
Lensherr shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his gaze seemed to burn like a laser beam through lead. "They're still out there Mark! I can feel it. EDF plans a deep probe beyond the system and I need to be out there."
"Oh for Frak's sake, why you? You have a family here, you've paid your dues, let the younger jocks fly the death mobiles." Replied Sarnex irritably.
"Because it's my family that they're after, damn it!"
"You don't know that for sure, Matt!"
"The Cylons have always taken an extreme interest in the offspring of human and skin-job, I need to be somewhere where I'm making a difference."
"It seems like you've made your decision, and far be it from me to try and talk you out of it." Sarnex changed the subject. "I hear Jon finally has his own squadron…the Red Aces. Good for him, though I thought for sure he'd muster out and return to civilian law enforcement, Gods know our arrival here on Earth hasn't lowered the level of bad behavior across the globe."
"Not Peacemaker, I doubt you'll ever pry him out of a viper, but you're right, it's long past due for him to get his own command, at least he's still aboard Galactica." Glancing at his chronometer, Lensherr downed the rest of his coffee, and bid his dear friend farewell.
"Don't worry Hephaestus…I'm here for your family, I'll keep an eye on things until you get back."
"Of that I have no doubt old friend, and thank you."